I lift my head enough to speak, my voice rough with arousal. “You taste so goddamn good, sweetheart. But you know what really gets me off?” I press my thumb against her, feeling her jolt at the contact. “How fucking wet you got watching Julian stroke Elliot’s cock.”
She makes a choked sound of denial, but herreactions tell a different story. The evidence is right there on my tongue.
“Oh yes,” I continue, pumping my own shaft harder as I watch her face flush deeper. “The moment his hand wrapped around another man’s dick, you practically gushed in my mouth. You like watching men together, don’t you?”
Julian chuckles darkly. “Happy to provide the entertainment, X.”
Elliot grunts unintelligible, his hips bucking into Julian’s grip despite his continued attempts to grab Julian’s wrist and pull him away. The art dealer’s always been more refined in his tastes—I’ve suspected for years that women don’t do it for him.
“All the girls are taken,” Julian murmurs, his voice strained with his own arousal. “Had to find entertainment somewhere.”
“Fight all you want, Elliot,” I call out before diving back between Mira’s thighs. “We all know you prefer cock anyway.”
Elliot’s strangled groan confirms what I’ve long suspected, and Mira’s answering clench around my tongue tells me exactly how much the display affects her. I redouble my efforts, determined to push her over the edge. At the same time, she watches these two powerful men grapple for dominance in front of her.
Julian’s always been opportunistic—he’ll fuck anything that moves when the mood strikes. But Elliot? Elliot’s been pretending for years with his carefully chosen female companions at gallery openings. Tonight,with Julian’s relentless hand working him over, all those carefully constructed walls are crumbling.
And Mira’s loving every second of it.
I increase the pressure of my tongue, making her writhe beneath me. Every muscle in her frame is taut with need, fighting against what she wants.
"Don't hold back," I growl against her slick heat. "Stop fighting it. Give me what I want."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by soft whimpers she can’t suppress. Before us, Julian’s movements become more urgent, Elliot’s resistance crumbling with each skilled stroke.
“Look at you,” I murmur, keeping my thumb pressed against her. “Soaking wet watching two men while I devour this perfect pussy. You’re exactly the dirty girl I knew you were.”
As she tries to turn her head away from the scene, I increase my grip on her thigh, causing her to freeze, “Don’t you dare look away! Watch Julian make Elliot fall apart while I make you come on my tongue.”
I dive back in, licking her with renewed intensity. “I can feel how close you are. Your thighs are shaking, and your pussy’s clenching. You want to come so fucking bad.”
Her hips buck, pressing her cunt against my mouth despite the restraints. The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—sends blood rushing straight to my cock.
“That’s my girl,” I praise, the vibration of my words against her drawing another desperate sound. “Stopthinking. Stop fighting. Just let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”
I can practically taste how close she is and feel it in the way she responds to every flick of my tongue. She’s balanced on the knife’s edge, needing the right push to send her over.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice rough. “Flood my mouth. Show me how much you love being tongue-fucked while watching a man jerk off another man. God knows what you’d be like if they were fucking.”
Her body goes rigid, every muscle pulled tight as she teeters on the brink.
“Do it, come. Now.” I demand, sealing my mouth over her clit and sucking hard.
The combination of command and sensation breaks her resolve. A cry tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. I work her through every wave, drinking in her release while she writhes helplessly beneath my mouth.
Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
Elliot’s control finally shatters completely. His body goes rigid, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he comes hard over Julian’s skilled hand. The sophisticated mask he’s worn for years crumbles entirely as pleasure overwhelms him.
“Good boy,” Julian purrs, his voice taking on a commanding edge I’ve rarely heard from him. “Now get on your knees and open that mouth.”
Mira whimpers at Julian’s words.
But Elliot fights back, his refined composurereasserting itself even with cum still coating Julian’s fingers. “I’m not?—”
“You are,” Julian cuts him off, his tone brooking no argument. He grabs Elliot’s shoulders, forcing him to his knees with surprising strength. “And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”
I watch, fascinated, as Julian completely dominates the older man. Elliot’s always been the cultured one who thinks himself above our cruder methods. Seeing Julian treat him like prey, like one of the women during the Hunt, sends a dark thrill through me.
